John and Hotch
Jan. 10th, 2022 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petty_dabblerThe ministry was taking a great interest in John Constantine.
The old warlock had been watched closely all year. It was clear from his demeanor alone when he began his relationship with the Rooks boy, his honest grief when the boy vanished, and, most interestingly, the rapid turn around.
Aaron Hotchner sat in the far corner of the cafe in the school, watching John Constantine grinning and chatting with students and fellow instructors alike. It was curious, the investigator though, because he had no doubt the distraught had been real. And the dramatic turn around. The gentle euphoria. The serenity.
Hotch wished he could test him for potions.
"Alright, mate. Come see me if the wolf's bane gives you a rash, and follow the instructions to the letter," he told a lad who'd asked for a bit of help with the lesson. John bid him goodbye and went back to his coffee until another familiar face walked in and he smiled and gave a wave.
The old warlock had been watched closely all year. It was clear from his demeanor alone when he began his relationship with the Rooks boy, his honest grief when the boy vanished, and, most interestingly, the rapid turn around.
Aaron Hotchner sat in the far corner of the cafe in the school, watching John Constantine grinning and chatting with students and fellow instructors alike. It was curious, the investigator though, because he had no doubt the distraught had been real. And the dramatic turn around. The gentle euphoria. The serenity.
Hotch wished he could test him for potions.
"Alright, mate. Come see me if the wolf's bane gives you a rash, and follow the instructions to the letter," he told a lad who'd asked for a bit of help with the lesson. John bid him goodbye and went back to his coffee until another familiar face walked in and he smiled and gave a wave.
